Three weeks passed by in a blur: I had been here a month now and things were looking up.
Training had been going so well. We had to start gradually, but once I was healed on day five, we got back into it. I could run five miles now easily and I was so proud of myself. I was becoming better in combat too and was getting more of a figure and "meat on my bones" as Sean said.
I had not spoken to Phoenix since, and it was really depressing to me. Although I could sense him nearby or see him in the distance, he never came near. The closest he had been was the far end of the training grounds when I ran circuits through the forest. It felt like he was avoiding me and I was bracing myself for the rejection. Maybe he felt guilty that he was going to reject me, so to feel better, wanted me to be stronger? A weak wolf can die from soulmate rejection, so I wouldn't be surprised.
"Are you ready?" Sean slid into my vision.
